The daybed fuck couldn’t have gone better. In the hour or so of their lovemaking, Nils brought Jamie to a half-dozen stunning orgasms.

Afterwards they lay cuddled together, Nils cock a comfort inside her satisfied cunt. Eventually Nils got up, gave Jamie a gentle kiss upon her brow, and went off to prepare the afternoon snack.

Not fifteen minutes later he returned to find Jamie in the throes of a self-induced climax. Nils watched with interest as his creamy cum squelched from Jamie’s fuck-reddened sex and coasted down the lovely curve of her haunch.

Nils set the snack tray on the table and approached his love. She turned and looked up at him. “I just needed...” she started to say.

“I know,” he said, sitting beside her, his hand caressing her ass, his steady fingers smoothing the flow of spent sex juice into the flush of her most intimate skin until she was utterly calmed, completely at peace.

Jamie’s daybed wasn’t just for slumber.
Nor did it, in any way, encumber
The sexual sensation
Of Nils’ ejaculation.
But seven is her favourite number.

Poem by Ashley
Illustrations by Mat